Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Spain and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kevin Saunderson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.